Italian Restaurant 8 pm Saturday. Tongue in April's throat. Red lace panties on the table.She pressed send.I have pics. Can't play a player.She grinne..., hitting send again thankful she hadn't slept with him."Phew..." His number was now blocked and deleted."Cheddar and sour cream or barbecue. Snickers or Reese's. Decisions, decisions. Hmm..." The deep voice at the nearby rack caught her attention. An arm grabbed a bag of chips and an extra-large candy bar placing them next to her things. Her. I backed off to my knees as I now worked his throbbing cock with my hand. He was looking up at me in pure enjoyment as I watched his eyes roll back, feeling his hard on pulse as he shot his cum onto his belly and my hand. As I finished and backed to my knees, as he caught his breath he looked at me. “You can cum on me”. I did not hesitate. I climbed over him in the same position he had done to me. I think I was barely into it when I was shooting my cum onto him. Rope after rope of my cum was. I met her in college in New Hampshire. She was very nieve and would believe anything I told her. I was a senior. She was a freshman. We made through college without any crazy sex stories. I was a pervert and she had no idea. She fell in love with me to her own demise.We married, moved to the mid-atlantic. I ran a successful business and she was my wife. We had a couple k**s., etc.One nite drinking wine I suggested to her that I fantasized about seeing her with other guys. That nite she. ‘I’ve already been raped,’ Glade reminded her lover. ‘Come on!’ said Demure urgently. The rafts were moored by ropes made from grasses and sinews that were tethered to stumps of wood that were either naturally situated by the waterside or had been pegged into the ground. The raft that belonged to Glade and Demure was secured to a thick upended log and it was this rope that Glade untied. As always, Demure was no help whatsoever and Glade had to remove the rope and push the raft onto the water.